ca. 1931 - 1932
Bonebrake Theological Seminary
he name of the school in Dayton, Ohio, at that time was "Bonebrake Theological Seminary," so named to honor the man (Hon. P.I. Bonebrake) who had donated many acres of very valuable land on the outskirts of the city, for the establishment of a school for the education of ministers and missionaries, especially of the United Brethren Denomination. Since the union with the Evangelicals and the Methodists the name has been changed to "The United Theological Seminary," but I will always refer to it as," Bonebrake," since that is what it will always be to me.
Aerial View, Bonebrake Theological Seminary (Now known as United Theological Seminary)
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Robert Evans, a member of our church; was graduating from the school in May and Rev. Miller was taking a carload from our church to honor him. He invited us to go along. Troy could not get away but I was happy to be able to go and learn something firsthand about entrance requirements
before fall, when we were to be students there. I had an interview with the president and he encouraged us to come, although we had no visible means of support. I told him that I thought we would have less than $300.00 in savings by fall. He said almost every student there
was just as poverty stricken as we were; that our experiences would strengthen our faiths if we stepped out on the promises of the Lord.
"Cleopatra the Beautiful" Our 1919 Model T
The Dormitory Where We lived
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Classes began at eight o'clock and lasted until noon and each professor assigned about two hours of reading or writing work to be done before the next class. There were no classes on Monday, in deference to the pastors who were serving churches. Many left school at noon on Friday and returned on Monday. There was not too much time for socializing, but we did have some "fun" parties to which the faculty families were invited.
Marion was such a dependable little boy for a child of his age. He was five just about the same time as the end of our first year at Bonebrake. I would leave his breakfast on the desk and his clothing laid out, with drawing materials handy. He was always perfectly happy if he had a pencil in his hand. (It is not much different today, except that instead of a pencil he has a computer)
He and another little boy, Billy Blatt, who was a few months younger, had permission to ride their tricycles in the long halls and they spent hours each day in this pastime. The childless older couple, who had the apartment across the hall from us, were so fond of Marion. They spent more on him for Christmas than we did. She offered to keep and eye on Marion while I was in class, so I was never worried about him.
Troy had a job as night watchman at the Dayton Malleable Iron Works. That job was always reserved, by the company, for students from Bonebrake. They worked rather long hours and both were on duty at the same time; one to answer the phone and the other to make the rounds of the factory, ringing in each hour from a different location. It took about forty minutes of each hour to walk the round, and ring in at each designated place. The other twenty minutes they could nap or study. The duties were alternated between the two each week.
Troy was always so tired the week that he had to walk the rounds. Each round covered a mile or more and much of it up and down steps, often in the dark. There were many large rats which found warm lodgings near the furnaces. Troy told of killing one which had gotten into a large metal hogshead and could not escape. After that experience he knew the meaning of the old expression, "squealing like a cornered rat."
It was usually a task to get Troy up in time to get to classes, for he never got sufficient sleep at night. I kept threatening to leave him if he did not get up when I awakened him. One morning I did just that, leaving him without a car to get there. That did not bother him for he was still asleep when I got home in the afternoon! But he did get up when I called after that. He did not want to miss any more classes.
NEXT - OUR CAMPING EXPERIENCES
The Brady Trilogy I Reclaimed Memories - (1991) I Pop Troy's Anthology - ( 1992) I Kinfolk - (1994)